“Essential Business”

They’re considered so bc of the medical marijuana function.   Dispensaries not under that rubric aren’t considered essential.

Completely.  As Kathy Wingert noted on Facebook a couple of days ago it may be time to drink.

If Beth weren’t asthmatic, I might indulge otherwise as well, but smoke makes her cough….

Stay well, everyone.

Historical note: O’Carolan, greatest of the Irish harpists, once was feeling low and was told by one doctor he could not drink, and so he took to his bed and prepared for the end.  However, another doctor, Dr. John Safford – of Planxty Safford song fame – gave Carolan a receipt, what we’d now call a prescription, for whisky, which got Carolan out of bed and composing a tune for Safford in no time.  So we all need a blanket receipt for whisky, I think!

….Though a dark and stormy is hard to beat in Florida 🙂

I hate to admit it, but this has been a time of far more drinking than I am normally used to –

Saturday, here in L’Aisne, was dull, damp, cold, and grey.

That morning I printed off the form for essential travel and delivered some potatoes and a bit of one of Claudine’s cakes to my in-laws.  My father-in-law came to meet the car and looked visibly distressed when I got out to hand him the goodies.  He looks tired and worried.  My mother-in-law came out a moment later and asked about the kids.  She wanted to chat.  So I spent some time in my horrible French sputtering away before getting back in the car I only drive once a week.

I rolled by the garden shop, but it was closed until 2pm. So I rolled home.  No cops.  No real need for the form this time.  Very few people on the road.  One was a kid in his 20s driving like he was doing the Monaco Grand Prix.  Sometimes people see an empty road as an invitation to go too fast.

When I got home, the surreal nature of my hour out of the house made me want Scotch.  I was about to go get it when I looked at the clock: 10:30am.

I couldn’t tell 10am from 4pm.  First time in my life I’ve actually wanted a drink before 12.

Stay sane my friends.

Daniel

Arr, matey that be true.  Unfortunately we are fresh out of rum.

We got wine, pastis (anise derived liquor), gin, whiskey (Bourbon), whisky (Scotch), mead, and beer. But no rum.

Oh well!
Daniel

Working from home means I know when it’s 5 o’clock.  However, it’s been a bit raw and damp, and so the odd tiny dram in a hot toddy to warm up a body is not awful.

As I work, I’m helping Beth learn to solder – she needs to learn because of the maker space projects she does at work.   It makes for a nice break from normal work.    And today I reorganized my home office so as to have power strips hooked up in a way that will not incinerate us.

I also had a conference with the cat, who sat on my keyboard and talked (I think) about my performance. He seems to think that our attendance has improved markedly but the volume of snacks and attention is insufficient, and that we need to work on it.  Since he was clearly attempting to give me boss-style instruction, I put on his collar that has a tie on it; this has given him additional agency, to the point where his newfound sartorial splendor entitles him to walk anywhere and lick any plate.

And it’s only the second week of shelter-in-place.

Chickens are being let into he kitchen.  Alive.
I keep saying, “This is how viruses mutate.”  But they only listen when I shout, “Chickens stay outside!”

😉

Daniel